Holey Moley, this is just the thing for a freeze-ball night. And it feeds a crowd, and reasonably cheaply, too. BUT there are a few steps to it and it’s not the sort of thing to try and whip up at 6.00pm.

I can never work out whether celebrating the last day of the year is more fun than celebrating the first day of a new year – it generally depends on what ungodly hour my head hits the pillow after seeing in the new year. But once I’m up and pottering, tea and toast won’t cut it – I’m after the full monty combo of carbs, fat, salt and chilli. It’s the best way to clear the cobwebs I reckon.